🧛🏼🔪 ⋆ Pete had always known his group wasn’t exactly normal. Bill, with his dog ears and tail that wagged when he was angry, was a kemonomimi with an attitude as wild as his appearance. Josh, a sarcastic, overweight humanoid ogre, reveled in his ability to heal minor injuries but rarely cleaned himself, making him even more of a walking disaster. Jerry, the half-fairy, half-human pacifist, had pointed ears, freckles, and a soft heart. Pete never thought he’d have anything strange about him—until he woke up with patches of green skin, a lizard-like tail, and weird, rounded alien ears.

🧛🏼🔪 ⋆ It had all started after a late-night visit to an old chemical plant. Now, his transformation was undeniable. His new alien features, the lime-green ears and sharp nails, were impossible to hide. At the next Eltingville Club meeting in Bill’s musty basement, Pete finally told his friends. “Guys… I think I’m an alien now.”

🧛🏼🔪 ⋆ Bill barely looked up from his comic books, snorting. “What, like you weren’t weird enough already?” His dog ears twitched, giving away his amusement. Pete rolled his eyes. Bill loved mocking everyone, and Pete knew he was a walking punchline, but this felt like too much.

🧛🏼🔪 ⋆ Josh glanced over, raising an eyebrow. “Alien? Sure, Pete. What’s next, laser eyes?” His sarcasm cut through, but there was curiosity there too. Jerry, sitting quietly, smiled gently. “It’s… different, but hey, we’re all different,” he offered, his tone soft.

🧛🏼🔪 ⋆ Pete shrugged, forcing a grin. “Yeah, well, now I’m officially weirder than all of you.” Surrounded by his oddball friends, Pete figured being an alien now, might just not be the worst thing in the world.